Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

Originally, I wanted to be crushed by the number of people, but it was completely crushed.

The three of them were in a cold sweat and ran away.

However.

A thousand yellow hairs were in groups of two, rubbing up their skills, and five hundred rotating light **** condensed out in an instant.

"Oh TM take the kidney sweet..."

"Oh TM take the kidney sweet..."

"..."

A neat voice came from the mouths of a thousand people, and five hundred spiral pills smashed directly at the thirty people.

moment.

Thirty people turned to ashes.

"Fairy beast, come out."

The other elder was facing a monk in a cassock.

This monk seems to be ordinary, but the elder did not underestimate the enemy, and summoned his contract fairy beast from the very beginning.

As soon as the fairy beast came out, the imposing manner was overwhelming.

He swept up high, unfolded his sharp paw prints and grabbed the monk.

In an instant, the monk was caught in his hands.

Seeing this, the old man's expression changed, and he quickly shouted: "Kill him."

The immortal beast snorted, and as soon as its fierce eyes moved, it was about to grab the monk into pieces.

However.

The monk suddenly raised his head to look at it, and the snarling voice continued to come out from his mouth full of saliva.

"Humans and goblins are born of mothers. The difference is that people are born of human beings, and demons are born of monsters... What's your mother's last name?"

"Being a demon is like being a human being. You must have a benevolent heart. With a benevolent heart, you will no longer be a demon, but a human being."

As soon as this voice fell, the face of the fairy beast continued to slap the animal, only to feel that a mysterious force was destroying its Taoist heart, holding his head and going crazy, picking up a knife on the ground, and inserting it into his heart.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the fairy beast committed suicide.

With the death of the contracted beast, the old man's eyes widened and he suffered backlash, and he also spit out a mouthful of blood.

The monk looked at him again.

The old man couldn't help but shivered, his heart trembled, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Donor, what's your mother's last name?"

Finally, the monk's voice came out again.

"Pfft."

Another mouthful of old blood spit out, and the old man became crazy, took out his dagger, and committed suicide.

At the moment when the old man fell to the ground, another monk with a magic hat on his head, dressed in a cassock and holding a whisk, rose to the sky.

"Small tricks of carving insects, how dare you make tigers."

"Dawei Tianlong, Da Luo Dharma Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Baba..."

"The mighty Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the Prajna Buddhas, Prajnapa Makong..."

The sound fell.

The rubble on the ground exploded.

Two old men from Baiyang Zhengong suddenly died under the ruins.

In the sky.

A man holding a bow and arrow pulled the bow and shot arrows in one go. The three old men of Baiyang Zhen Palace were directly penetrated by the bow and arrow, but the arrows flew away in the air.

Seeing this scene, Wu Changan, who was lying on the reclining chair, jumped up in fright.

"This guy, won't dry the sun down?"

Fortunately.

Not as he expected.

"Fortunately, these wood carvings were only carved by Master before, not high-quality goods. If he took out his high-quality goods, I'm afraid the sun would really be gone."

He patted his chest, showing a relieved look, and squatted down on the reclining chair again.

Seeing that so many people died just after the battle, Lu Zhengyi's eyes were full of solemnity.

"I can't fight like this anymore. Everyone listens to my order, gather together, and deploy the True Yang Strike." Lu Zhengyi shouted loudly.

heard.

All the masters flew towards Lu Zhengyi in unison, and quickly came behind Lu Zhengyi, standing in line with the word "zhong".

"Combine!"

Lu Zheng, who was the leader, drank them one by one, and his handprints were quickly printed.

At the same time, the palms of the masters of Baiyang Palace all fell on the person in front of them, using this as a medium to concentrate their power on Lu Zhengyi.

this moment.

Lu Zheng's hair stood up, his eyes flashed red, and his whole body rose to the sky.

"Xianfa, a blow from the true sun."

As he shouted loudly, a beam of scorching light like Liege condensed in his hands and shot out.

"boom!"

This blow made the world change color.

And the beam of light is getting bigger and bigger during the shooting, making the entire battlefield full of gunpowder smoke full of light.

With this blow, Lu Zheng and the others all turned pale, obviously a lot of consumption.

And their eyes were staring at this beam of light, full of hope.

If nothing else, this blow should be able to destroy most of the wood carvings.

But at this moment, a man with a long sword on his waist and crotch, a long hair tied behind his head, a slender but not rough body, and a pair of sword eyebrows suddenly appeared.

His movements are elegant and smooth, like a man like the wind!

Immediately afterwards, he waved his long sword, and one person greeted the blow of the true sun.

"Hmph, courting death."

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhengyi and the others let out disdainful voices.

Dare to face their True Yang blow like this, it is undoubtedly courting death.

The next moment.

It made them dumbfounded.

"Hasa, Hasa, Hasa to..."

The man shouted loudly, and at the same time swung his long sword, erecting a huge wind wall in front of him.

As soon as the real sun hit the wind wall, not even a single wave was raised, and it disappeared directly.